[HP] Neko who disappeared

Life is always full of ups and downs——

For example, Comrade Harry, this young man blew up his aunt in a fit of anger, but the Minister of Magic actually got involved in this matter?

I was stunned, and felt that my world view had been refreshed: "Harry, you have blown up your aunt and let the minister come over. Why is that? Is she an undercover agent in the world of ordinary people in the magic world, or did you invent it?" Your new balloon magic will let you go on a ten-day trip to Azkaban?"

"..."

"..."

I think the whole of the Leaky Cauldron was silent - although Dumbledore was alone.Then in the midst of the silence, Harry's face turned red, and our Professor Dumbledore made a sound.

"puff."

Pfft hahahahahahahaha sorry sorry for making me laugh for a while.

I couldn't help laughing and lying on the bar counter, I looked at the minister with a bad expression and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's go here, a private living room, right, minister?"

"Ah yes, thank you Irina."

You should know that when there are no entertainment activities or the entertainment activities of the British are the boundaries of going to bars, even ministers, please stand when there is no seat for the time being.

After the conversation was over, I saw Harry come out, and then handed me the signature form to Hosmeade: "Irina, you are the last redemption."

"Oh, sure, I'd be more than happy to..."

"If you, Irina, are over 17 years old, I will agree with you to sign this letter."

Headmaster Dumbledore coughed and smacked his lips after drinking the last drop of mead: "It tastes really good, good night my dears."

"..."

I almost pointed my middle finger at Lao Deng's back, and sighed at my boy's depressed expression: "Let's go, let's go to Room [-], it's empty."

"Irina, I really want to go to Hosmeade."

"If I'm 17 years old physically, I can sign you. It's a pity that I can't do it until next year."

I was also very depressed, depressed to vomit blood.

But Harry was liberated afterwards, and I still had a part-time job at the Leaky Cauldron, so he wouldn't take up the seat if it was okay, but went to write a thesis next to Florin's soda shop.Then I went to see the new and best broom with him. It is said that there will be no new model in ten years, Firebolt. Arrow.

"If I had enough money, I would definitely...not buy one for you."

"why?"

"Honey, do you want me to buy a Firebolt. Arrows for a Gryffindor Seeker like a Hufflepuff? I'm not so stupid and sweet."

"No Irina! You said you loved me!"

"That only shows that I love our academy more than I love you."

I opened my mouth confidently, and saw him slip away in a panic: "You have the ability to hit me."

"Don't run! Our Gryffindors will definitely win the House Cup this year!"

"Hmph, come if you can."

The days in Diagon Alley are happy and beautiful, but the occasional flash of Sirius Black's wanted notice makes us very uncomfortable.After thinking for a while, I decided to take Harry for a haircut.

"Irina, don't bother, I'm already desperate for my hair."

"Who said it was your hair, I said it was mine."

"what?"

"I think my hair is a little too long."

It is indeed a little long, almost to the waist.And I hate the action of "long hair and waist pulling S to tease" very much. I wish I could cut it off with a click of scissors: "I'm cultivating your patience with your girlfriend in the future, understand?"

"Understood? What else do you need to understand? Isn't it good to cut your hair?"

Looking at Harry's pure face, I hope he can still behave so innocently and kindly after he followed me to cut his hair.If this is the case, I can say that Harry is really the most innocent and kind boy I have ever met.

"Really? Remember your words now, and you will know later."

I went to Mrs. Primpinell's beauty potion shop. Of course, it's not just beauty potions. She also provides other services such as manicures and hairdos.Haircuts aren't very slow here in the wizarding world, but when you need a slightly better cut, you still have to play it safe.

"Oh Irina, do you finally want to get your hair done? Or need our care products?"

"Yes, please help me..."

I made a gesture, and under the terrified gazes of Harry and Mrs. Prempney, I cut myself across the neck.

"Cut here!"

"No!"

Mrs. Prempney screamed: "As a beautician, I will never allow you to spoil your hair like this!"

"But ma'am, my hair made me weigh three full pounds!"

"That's not OK!"

"My hair is so inconvenient! Besides, it's only cut to shoulder length! If you don't want to cut it, I'll go outside to cut it!"

"..."

After about two hours, my waist-length red hair reached my shoulders, not too long but not too short, enough for me to tie into a ponytail.But it looks very refreshing, and the most important thing is that sentence.

I feel that my head is light, my neck is no longer sore, and my life is full of hope ==

Harry, who was sitting on the side, watched me fiddle with my hair with that "heart-wrenching gray" expression. He had been sitting on the sofa next to him for two full hours, flipping through all the magazines—anyway, they were magazines with matching clothes. The whole person is in a state of confusion.Then I looked at my new hairstyle and stood happily in front of my brother.

"How about it?"

"not bad."

He spoke as sincerely as possible, then looked away, looking at the Leaky Cauldron with a kind of anticipation like looking at the Holy Light: "Can we go back to eat?"

This kid can't do it, he still needs to practice.How about we do a manicure tomorrow?

Then Harry looked at me who blurted out these words in grief and anger, and rushed out of Mrs. Primpney's beauty shop angrily: "Then I'd rather go to Azkaban!"

Alas, boys these days.

bad.

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This chapter was not released yesterday [Hey, so today is also a double update =. =